Thinking Reflection
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After hours of
One set finished…
Three articles left
And writing…typing
Sore shoulders & heavy brow
Walk now?...
Later!...
Mother calling…
Now?....
Not now!
Concepts jumbled….
Rough draft filled with challenges….
Too many exclamations!
Mind cluttered with questions, comments,
insights, memories, thoughts, worries, duties….
Stomach whining…nudging for distraction…
Yet 3 yards away, looking for tasty tidbits,
the dusty male cardinal is hopping gracefully through the dry crinkly leaves
(that need to be raked) …
A flock of 5 honking geese fly in formation over my right shoulder to land
with a swisssshhh --- splash in the water….
I yearn for quality time with my sleek blue kayak unceremoniously straddling 2 beat up old tires
filled with stagnant rain
water and mosquito larvae
Leave the computer…
Paddle now!
As my blood pumps and the cool air soothes,
My mind races!
A Researcher???
Me???
More than a decade separates me
from the time weakened cries
of my baby
and youngsters
needing attention.
I do have duties,
I also have more time than ever before.
Even though my own childhood memories are more than 4 decades old,
the observations and stories of students,
current Susans,
bearing the brands of lazy,
under achiever, terrible speller, messy
writer,
echo those recollections,
replaying the enormous effort resulting in
the dull pain of
“not good enough”
or failure and frustration.
Can I do more than float gently,
watching birds dive for supper
and drift with the reddened sun as it sinks beyond the
horizon?
Can I find a researcher beneath???
Can I
discover
that will
transform,
even one student into a:
The baton
is accepted!